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I am a 17 year old boy withered through life with woe. I started writing poetry from class 8. Those were one of the most complex poems which needed polishing on their surface which was done in my 9th class and now in 10 I presume I write alike mature poets. Woe has always been my source of inspiration and my most beautiful poems are on woe. I write nature poems relating them to the eccentricities of life. They turn out to be elegant. Poems on death were started from 10 class as I have seen a lot's of fading dreams and dimming candles. I have not written much of merry poems because i just do not have the feel of joy. My best poetry so far has and maybe will be one sorrow. Sometimes i even write dream poems but they tend to be complex and many misunderstand them. Anyway i just hope my talent doesn't lament in the way of life's strife.

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The Best Poem Of vittal vandavasu

Come To My Arms

The leaves have fallen
A mild breeze plays
under an oak tree I sit to see
Your memory of past days

The green soft grass is spread,
Flamboyant flowers bloom
Yet I long to be dead
I so wanted you as my groom

The sky is all clear and blue
Like a blanket covering me
While i sleep I dream of you
In nature's cradle I'm in glee

I remember we met here
Then it was fair love and bliss
So dearly you called me dear
Ah! how desperately i long for the past

We used to sing a merry song
In chorus with the songbird
I know not where it went wrong
My love was not heard

The songbird flew away
You went away
the breeze fades away
Trees never dance today

But now, enchanted by your memory
Everything has come to life
But yet i celebrate alone every ceremony
I live by your memory and fear of knife

The way you smiled
You shook my hand
All i have is a piece of paper
On which you wrote

The paper is my most prized possession
I shall go the grave with it in my pocket
Ignorant of my love you took the decision
I'm all woebegone amidst your blissful racket

WOULD YOU HAVE STAYED
IF YOU KNEW
I LOVED YOU
BUT WAS THE WAY ALREADY PAVED?

I stare at your piece of paper
You scribbled for if i ever wanted to talk
My way seems damper
I'm blind and need you to help me walk

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